Month: June 2006

Come on — you know I was going to see it on Opening Day.

First off — this pretty much was the final straw for me. I am now a full-on proponent of simultaneous release (releasing a film in theatres, on DVD and on Pay-per-view at the same time, as Soderbergh did with his latest, and letting consumers pick their preferred format), theater owners be damned. That movie would have been so much more enjoyable had I seen in on a home theater system with the same group of friends, rather than wedged into crappy Lawrence theatre seats, surrounded by dipshit college students.

Now then:

Spoilerific review, for those who care about such things…

OK, playtesters. I need to get a consensus of when in the first part of July would be a good day to do a playtest session. We need to get started on the actual playing.

Let me know which of the following works for you:

Saturday the 8th or Sunday the 9th

Saturday the 15th or Sunday the 16th

Characters can be finished up beforehand (if any of you want to get together with me and walk through character creation, I’m available), but I need to start testing the first adventure, which is due to the publisher at the end of August.

So, the spineless motherfuckers are debating another Constitutional Amendment, this time banning flag burning.

Yeah, because that’s a critical issue.

Another conservative saw horse, brought out time and again to appease their mouth-breathing base who are too ignorant to recognize when they’re being played.

15 years ago, they were doing this bullshit dance. 15 fucking years.

The alternative hip-hop group Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy included verses about it in the first track of their 1992 album (“Satanic Reverses” off “Hipocrisy is the Greatest Luxury”). In honor of the criminal idiocy that passes for our representation, I’ll quote the significant passage here:

The House’s legislation
ripped the phoney foundation
off what we thought inherent

Sent Joey to the Supreme Court
‘Cause he made a statement
they called it desecration

of the symbol that was meant to represent
the freedom of so-called choice and dissent

They almost had me believing it
They were bleeding him
He said, “Burn, baby, burn”

‘Til the street samurai
said to my face that
any flag worth a shit
was woven from fire in the first place.

I’ve always loved those last two lines. This nation was born in revolution, you dumb fucks. If you’re not careful…..